Something Kind of Wonderful

In the hazy afternoon light, the azure sky is shimmering in her eyes. The sunlight dancing in her hair. She feels the breeze against her skin and smiles. There, in the quiet pastures, she waits for something wonderful. There, she waits for the beginning of a heartbreakingly beautiful story.

Tomorrow

I never said I'll find all the answers. I never said I'll figure everything out. But in this blinding haze, I'm fumbling my way to clarity. I'm trying, one day at a time.

Wanted: Travel Buddy

Dear Fellow Wanderluster,

Yes, you, whoever you are and wherever in the world you may be right now, I need you to stand beside me (or in front of me so I can photograph you) before glorious sunrises and sunsets, and we'd be silly tourists taking a million photographs of every place. We'd find ourselves surrounded by beauty so magnificent that it takes our breath away. We'll be restless, and we'll be grateful, and each time, each single time, we will be awed by His majesty.

Because above all, love is patient.

Happy Valentine's Day everyone! ♥

Today

Today I finally took my own advice and determinedly turned my back upon my north. I finally threw out all my dusty notes, all the yellowed handouts, all the things I've kept for so long believing I might need them again someday. I have come to the realization that if it's meant to happen, if I really want it to happen, and if God wills it to happen, it will.

The days are getting longer.

we're speaking silence

words can break


it feels like we are falling awake


in a place


in a time


of our own.


Listen.

"There's so much more to life than all the hours, moments that just slid beneath our feet." - Lifehouse

Listen.

So it's 2:41 AM and I have to work at 6. I only got 5 hours of sleep yesterday, so I don't understand why I'm not getting any shuteye right now.

I think one is more vulnerable during the wee hours of the morning.

I've been listening to Lifehouse's albums on repeat for 2 days now, and Jason Wade's deep voice feels like home to me. These beautifully-written songs that I've always known by heart remind me of all the things I miss, and things I missed--chances that have slipped right through my grasps. 

But there's so much more than all the hours, moments that just slid beneath our feet. The future is waiting. I'm restless. And I guess I'll always be restless, always trying to create the greatest memories, always longing for a new place to see and photograph. And it's been three long months.